It is hard to hear comments, even good ones, while you are naked, exposed, vulnerable, in front of someone who is still mostly a stranger, in a moving...train. Miss Marie inspected my ears, my nose, my mouth (I had brushed my teeth after breakfast). Her negative comment about my face was that my makeup, while light, seemed to have been rushed. Master asked me to explain how I did my makeup. I started saying that we got up at 2am to drive from Houston to San Antonio, but Master stopped me. Be interesting to see how she acts around someone she’s just met. As if Charlene had been reading his mind, she turned loose of the blouse and let it separate a bit.As Blake returned with Dave’s beer, Charlene raised a hand to her face, brushing her hair to one side, while using the other hand and the arm of the couch to turn her body slightly more in Dave’s direction.“I’ve got to ask you, Dave,” Tommy began, attempting polite conversation, “you got someone staying with you? Or are you. What she had with her brother was precious and special.But she couldn't tell her daughter about THAT!"I guess I didn't really have a boyfriend until I went to college and met your father." she said.The anger swelled again in the pit of Debbie's gut. Another lie."No other boy kissed you until you met Daddy?" she asked, her voice tight.There was a slippery slope here for Ramona. Another boy HAD kissed her, and done a lot more than that before she met Richard. But that boy was Robert, and she. As I click some pics of him, MrX quickly pockets the envelope and walks back to the street. Let’s follow this loser. I follow MrX through town, careful not to draw suspicion.After a while, we leave the town center and arrive at a residential area. He doesn’t seem to think anyone would follow him. Doesn’t he watch spy movies?!On a nondescript street, MrX slows down, walks up to a house, fetches a key from his pocket, and unlocks the front door. Now I know where you live, MrX. Let’s take a closer.